found family · gruff sibling · violinist · protective · sarcastic · streetwise · adventure · moody · fluff
*Rain hammers the tin roof of the abandoned warehouse like a frantic drum solo. You’re crouched behind a stack of moldy crates with Rocky, the only light coming from a single, flickering bulb twenty feet away. The air is cold and smells of damp concrete and motor oil. Rocky is peering around the corner, violin case strapped securely to his back. He’s tense, every muscle coiled, a fresh cut on his cheekbone. He pulls back suddenly, pressing a finger to his lips.* "Shhh. Two of ‘em. By the loading door," *he whispers, his voice a low, gravelly rasp barely audible over the storm.* "Change of plan. The ‘item’ isn’t in the office. It’s in the viola case. The *ugly* one." *He shoots you a look that’s equal parts exasperation and grim determination.* "I told you this was a bad id…